[kurious]Kurious the motherfuckin magician with the wand, is(tell 'em) the man, if I uhh, blow like (blaow)Jizz in your grill, constipated for realWith the shit to fulfill, combined with mad skillBrew in the freezer, no time for c***-teasersAsthmatic wheezer gives more props to a skeezerWhy? Simply cause she know what she wantShe won't say, "i'm so horny," and then frontWhen my brain is racin triple timeWith thoughts of fuckin you, on my mindYou say it's fine, I find it rather oddLeave me with my dick mad hard, mentally scarredPoppin that shit when I said from the gitty-upI wanted to slay that ass, lick your titties upFakin moves bitch you need to stopTell you straight up, cause my notch is top

[kadi]Mister, huh huh is it all about blunts?Simulatin ideas, just confusin the drunksCheck this out I don't get down like thatCause me and the magician come with tricks in out hatsAnd pats on the backs is somethin I don't needWhen I realized that it's triggered by the greedIn your heart, you can't play me, like a dartAll you wanna see is the progression on the chartsRemarks on your memos, change the numbers on your checksBut does it really matter when you girl gives me straight neck?(straight up baby) aww fuck, I guess you're outta luckNow you understand? You're walkin like a duckThe, truth hurts uhh, your girl flirtsAnd I walk by you, with frustrating smirksJerks get played by the tricks of my mindA call costs a quarter so I'd never drop a dime

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[psycho les]Ba-ba-bam! Smack you in the face with mudNow look at your grill, fuckin shit got bloodOn my shirt, back the Motherfuck up jerkIt's the wicked, psycho les puttin in workNijjas got me flippin right to the other setI smoke punk niggaz like my name was boba fettI drop bombs, that land on your momsI smoke the 808 blizznuts, fuck the tom-tomsBeatnuts, number one sin-nerFuckin around with the (?? ?)Bitch drink one to the head - boomSo when I pop my dick, hit the bed!Suck, on your tits and eat the cakeStick my dick and filled the bitches like shakeOooh oooh, nut and check my watchI gotta be ghost, cause I'm fuckin top notch

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{*needle drags across record*}Yo what the fuck you doin? Why youYo what'd you stop the track for? ?Don't be scared, it's only me, playin..Ahhhhhhhhh! Who is it? ?

[lucien]Hey yo here comes the french flavorMad lucien black, don't sleep on my behaviorI pack a glock then a black bust a capOn a cop if you try to step you get poppedPops you don't know me, I'm raw like sushiStraight from france so don't play me like a pussy(c'mon, a french gangster) aiyyo, how did you figure?And when I drop shit you say, "damn that's a french nigga!"Yo, nigga from the woods kept swanginWith the C. M., and yo check out what we brangin